From the moment she placed the needle, Long Tian Yu's brows were tightly furrowed.

She knew that he was not well.

But it was one of the steps he had to push through.

The silver needles were in her hands, and one after another, they were stabbed into Long Tianyu's acupoints.

It wasn't until the last needle was stuck into the bottom of his foot that Lin Menya collapsed into the chair next to him and gasped for breath.

Wringing the cloth towel, he gave Long Tian Yu ...